A Series of Unfortunate Events... Yet Again...

Today marks the first day of the commencement of official lessons in my new school of the next few years: NUS.

I'm a university student now! Call it nerves, anxiety, apprehension, what have you, but sleep simply eluded me last night. Try as hard as I might, I could not, for the life of me, fall asleep. So I tossed and turned and stared at the clock as the hour hand moved from digit to digit. I counted sheeps until it was time to wake up.

Like... what the hell?!

So I didn't get any sleep. At all. And I was afraid I was gonna fall asleep in my Organic Chemistry lecture. So I dropped by 7-11 outside the MRT station and guzzled down an entire bottle of freezing cold Starbucks Mocha. On an empty stomach.

WRONG MOVE. Like, totally.

Never, EVER, down an entire bottle of ice cold coffee on an empty stomach early in the morning. Because I simply regurgitated it out on the train later on. Thank God I had a plastic bag with me.

And that was like totally the most embarrassing moment of the CENTURY! Barfing on a TRAIN. A PACKED train full of people squished like sardines in a can during the morning rush hour. I fought my way out of the suffocating crowd to alight at the next stop and barely staggered my way to the toilet to see if anymore coffee and Hydrochloric acid would like to make its glorious second reappearance in this world. And I did a double take when I saw myself in the mirror: I looked like a ghost. It was really quite some time later that colour finally returned to me.

So this pretty much sums up my pathetic first day of school.

Welcome to Semester 1.